Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.